are we there yet?

"Careful is not really a word to attribute someone who just jumped out of a moving skyship," Isla points out with a warm smile, though she does skip back automatically as if afraid of being shoulder-checked right off the edge of Stormbreak. She doubts there's a field of sweetgrass waiting for her at the end of that drop. Strolling at Remi's heels and absently picking a bit of gravel out of one of her elbow-scrapes, she can't resist a rather undignified snort in response to his sentiments. "Mm, they are also very talented at using the terrain to their advantage," she informs him, given that it hadn't been the rabbits so much as the rocks that had caused her problems. "How did they disappear like that, anyway? Are they some kind of Stormbreak Invisible Bunny or something?" Her amusement naturally fades at the reminder of the time when, yes, everyone had been at each other's throats. "Yes, and the Voice tried to persuade me to kill you," she murmurs, remembering well Wessex's begging, pleading voice in her head, praying for her to turn the tide for the Ascended. But all's fair in love and pet rabbits, she supposes, Isla clambering back onto La Verbena with a soft laugh. Isla the flesh is weak